Nothing wrong with a bit of help while Orienteering ONLYME 1981
Ooo don't you get me started on pet hates postie, I'll be all bloody week lol but i do have one that I would love the opportunity to get of my chest.............
May I start by asking you all a question.........
Have any of you or your family suffered any accidents or injuries in the past 3 years ?
Yes those loveable creatures, the town centre canvassers are my pet hate, and i hate them with a passion most can only imagine. Whether it is as aforementioned an accident help service or change you gas or internet provider, or the best mortgage the world has ever seen..................leave me the fuck alone, if I want it I will call you
And what of the intellect of these people.........the summer before last I was approached in the center of Dudley and seriously asked if I had had any accidents or injuries in the last 3 years etc etc, and much as I wished I had someone recorded the conversation for future entertainment, I sadly did not, but please allow me to give you a general feel for the event,
A I have already said, it was a summer day... it was warm and I was wearing a pair of shorts, trainers and a T shirt... oh and this (see below)
I won't tell you just how many kinds of idiot I called him, but i think it was enough to fill the Albert Hall lol
Eye strain from spending too much time on SH :shock:
oldies that go to the supermarket on a saturday the busiest day of the week.
i`m not agiest but come on they`ve got all bloody week to go.
banks that charge you to get your own money out, and you`ve got to queue for 15 mins to get it.
bus drivers that think they own the fooking road, white van man, middle lane hoggers,cyclists who ride two abreast ( lycra louts)
cats that shit in other peeps gardens, when you dont even have a cat.
kids that wont go to sleep when its school in the morning.
sierra got soap box out now in full pissed off mode.
:fuckinghell: :fuckinghell: :fuckinghell: :fuckinghell: :fuckinghell: :fuckinghell: :fuckinghell:
sierra x x
Teenage boys - wait, louts - who cycle on the pavements. I deliberately walked into one recently simply by refusing to jump out of his way, and cherished the bruise on my shoulder as it brought back fond memories of the little oik sat on his backside trying to avoid bursting into tears :twisted:
Telemarketers who ask 'Am I talking to the home owner?' right out, without even giving me their name. 'Am I talking to a cretin?' is my stock reply.
people who do those massive quote things